supplication ( Guardian

Supplication ( Guardian)

Oh! Lord, oh! God,

I am in this city of poly cultures,

Demi -gods, saints, atheists,

Prayer halls and religious lectures,

I believe in You, move with the

Believing non -believers ; chat

With pecking birds and blooming

Rose buds and green savannas where

There is   God’s plenty like full throated

flow of chirping and Vedas;            

 But of late, there is calumny and chaos

and killer instinct and  razing competition;

descend to mend and bend those unbending;       

You are tired of telling where they have gone

Wrong, for wronging is in their blood,

Such adamant creatures; Oh! God descend

Now to quell their arrogance twined with

Stupidity, a determined will to thwart ancient  

beliefs and dictums. Now is the time to guard,

 to reckon my fealty  to You forever.

                                                      

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Poem after (Hay Jude)

Poem   after  (Hay Jude)

Hay   Man!  When you sing  a song,

let it be so loud that  it is curious

mixture of  extreme  joy  to invite

all merry youngsters to join and revel;

let the song be also  tempered in mood

of justified  anger and frustration that angels

descend to appease you in  diction

of clairvoyance and protection.

This is  a colorful world replete

With resplendence and Nature’s

Beauty  and Bounty  in all its  forms;

Even the ocean gyrating in great

Colors including the surf and swathes ;

Why only black and white?

Oh! Man , think of your childhood days,

 With cola and kite ever playing on the streets,

Getting  a warm scolding from your mom,

For the sunburnt face and  home work not done.

Now  you are grown, wearing a sun glass,

 Venturing into many new feats and success.

Sing along ,sign aloud a  merry song,

Also a prayer to The Almighty,

Beseeching His Guidance and   Divine Succor.

    

FTER GUARDIAN ( AROUND THE IVY LEAVES)

AFTER GUARDIAN (  AROUND THE IVY LEAVES)

AT times browsing  HIS book on Milton,

Taking  a  gentle stroll on the green savanna,

A soft mellifluous note by flute springing

From  afar,sparrows twitter by ivy’s opulence;

his looks at a  child  in frilled skirt, dancing

round  with blooming crackers all over;

 Also  a girl with a water can in teens,

Gurgling on her sari, her humming  a romantic tune

From the firmaments blessings of showers, a glow

All around. Speedy gale shedding all leaves of ivy,

His  mind’s eye forewarn, not to  cross his boundaries:

Greatness lies in admiring from afar, not getting

Polluted by momentary lapse into skin’s itch;

He ponders if an ode to the innocence of the child,

If a lyric to the pleasing ears of the serenading girl

Would  suffice the need of the hour; his dictates

Tell him, as long as he abides by qualms

of conscience and morality,  a smooth nod

 his guiding star.

Joker or poker -a show (guardian)

Joker or poker -a show (guardian)

All play and buffoonery and jokes

healthy wealthy, best for blood

circulation and tendons growth.

Audience prefers most of the time.

But we go to the hall for  a theme

A story, a move of  uncontrollable

emotion, Not for tears swelling down.

Let music glow and thrall, keep

Us spell bound. Let the clowns

Come and go at intervals;

Let us all leave the hall with

Balanced mood of satisfaction.

                                                  

A Card with worth what?

A Card  with worth  what?

 

IT is a   card, not  a board,

Square  card,portable,

Pocket able, light yet,

Full of weight in times

Of need, more  for luxury.

Gone are those days of

Jingling coins and  fresh notes

Of currency emitting full aura

As if from the Mint,in bundles

and banded with a   knot.

A card with a  pin but not

Dateless; like  humans, this

 Electronic Wizard  too has

Expiry date, entry point and

Exit at your own willed accord.

Forgot pin at the store point,

Shops and  malls and mega marts;

A quandary for me and family;

Those in queue an added tension,

Time is running out for all in this.

                   

Machine age with server down;

Manual rescue to redeem our risk

always a  boon and delectable pleasure.

                   

poker ( after guardian

Poker AFTER (GUARDIAN)

Where are the  vessels? Where is the radio?              

Where is the poker? The maid in usual tone

Raises her voice against the mystery of missing

Objects. What a cunning world we live in? she

Screams ; always scheming and plundering is the

way of the world.  Pepper  and  salt always nil

in the bottles, easily transported to a paper or portable

plastic container. Oh! Maintaining the house is

onerous task indeed, she mumbles clearing all

grains split on the floor by mishap of rattling

from the cupboard.  Oil smeared on gas oven,

will take months together to wipe and clean

the soot . Her lady was away for a week,

maid became slowly slackened and  other

subordinates became culprits in outlook

and action.  Maid shudders and shivers in

shoes; thinking how best to answer her head.

 The cupboards and slabs all hungry now

Adding to her hunger and anger.